Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Jordan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fear to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Stereo Dub,
Radiopuhelimet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
F. McDonald,
Lyres,
The Neon Judgement,
Sound Behaviour,
The Skatalites,
Zero Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Piero Umiliani,
Sugar Minott,
Severed Heads,
Henry Cow,
Flash Fearless,
Swans,
The Stooges,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hashim,
Guru Guru,
The Offenders,
The United States of America,
Mark Hollis,
Public Enemy,
Davy DMX,
Quando Quango,
Altered Images,
Byron Stingily,
New Order,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Hood,
Rosa Yemen,
Smog,
June of 44,
The Gladiators,
Brothers Johnson,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare,
The Trojans,
Jeff Mills,
Isaac Hayes,
E-Dancer,
Bill Wells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Qualms,
a-ha,
Skaos,
Scan 7,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Names,
The Dirtbombs,
Khruangbin,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Associates,
The Beau Brummels,
Eve St. Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric B and Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.